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It’s refreshing to listen to an album made by the MEN (guitarist/bassist Tim Skold co-wrote, co-performed and recorded the album) behind the black velvet curtain. “Putting holes in happiness” sets a murky ‘murder ballad’ tone pretty well with suicidal triplets like “Who’ll be digging when you finally let me die?/The romance of our assassination/If you’re Bonnie, I’ll be your Clyde.”
There has always been a sort of self-loathing about such lyrics for the media hype-monger that Manson (with the unwitting help of the church and co.) has become. This seeps out strongly in “The Red Carpet Grave”. Besides a chorus so virile it’ll burn your brain to burger, the lyrics show Marilyn smiling at the mechanics of the Hollywood star system: “Bottomless celebrity scar/staged circuses for schoolgirls/us boys are all dressed up like mediocre suicide omen”.
Then there’s the strangely upbeat - yet still dark – indie-flavored “Heart-shaped glasses”. If it wasn’t for Manson’s unique cabaret-gothic croon you wouldn’t have a clue who you were listening to here. It’s totally new ground for the Prince of Perversion.
“Evidence” takes us back to familiar territory: unsafe sex and violence, heavy guitar work and one severely infectious drumbeat. The standout track on this album has to be “You and me and the devil makes 3”. Dirty and sexy, it’s the hooker you fell in love with, all your pleasurable self-destructive sins rolled into one, just the way he knows you like it….Pity then that the album drags in places, yet never fully releases it’s pent up rage. It’s a good album, but not a great one.
Loedi van Renen
There has always been a sort of self-loathing about such lyrics for the media hype-monger that Manson (with the unwitting help of the church and co.) has become. This seeps out strongly in “The Red Carpet Grave”. Besides a chorus so virile it’ll burn your brain to burger, the lyrics show Marilyn smiling at the mechanics of the Hollywood star system: “Bottomless celebrity scar/staged circuses for schoolgirls/us boys are all dressed up like mediocre suicide omen”.
Then there’s the strangely upbeat - yet still dark – indie-flavored “Heart-shaped glasses”. If it wasn’t for Manson’s unique cabaret-gothic croon you wouldn’t have a clue who you were listening to here. It’s totally new ground for the Prince of Perversion.
“Evidence” takes us back to familiar territory: unsafe sex and violence, heavy guitar work and one severely infectious drumbeat. The standout track on this album has to be “You and me and the devil makes 3”. Dirty and sexy, it’s the hooker you fell in love with, all your pleasurable self-destructive sins rolled into one, just the way he knows you like it….Pity then that the album drags in places, yet never fully releases it’s pent up rage. It’s a good album, but not a great one.
Loedi van Renen
